hedgerow

It's been a wee bit insane day, I can't tell it all but I just feel as if the world is knocked all off center, everything is a'kilter, and I am just hanging on,

We are all given a path, upon which we walk,
sometimes with trepidation,
sometimes with bravery and aplomb.

Today is today,
tomorrow will be what comes.

Never will it be what you predict,
always it will it be what is.

So I fight and brave the storm,
and what comes, comes,
and when I'm gone,
then raise your glass
and cheer one of yours,

For what is, will be,

and it will all work out,
in the end.